You Were Meant For Me, I Believe You Were Sent To Me

So this was a relatively unusual weekend for me. Caught between an evening of half-grilled burgers and orange vodka* and a day of people gettin' married. It was interesting.

They do not read this, but congratulate Aaron "Ace" and Calli Cutshaw on their shared last name if you get a chance. They are young, yes it is true, but I really have no place talking about age as a contributing factor to anything.**

I would be so extremely happy if the printers at school had toner, but life being what it is, I do not have the luxury of that. So I print off projects that lose meaning because color was the whole @%$&*!#@ point.

I have made a new station on Pandora, and it is spectacular. It was based off "Hey There Delilah," by the Plain White T's. And it is fantastic. I say this, but Zach would prefer a blow-torch in his ears, I'm sure.

Probably likely to have something*** more later.

-Chow

* not to be confused with a screwdriver

** I do not condone infant politicians

*** This is a thing you should see.

If You Talk Too Much My Head Will Explode

August is in its last leg and I'm panting along side it. Just got to get over this hump and into the Brave New World of September. Hopefully I'll get more used to running again soon. Hopefully I'll have a new stinking job.

Visual Communications 01 was a marathon of wasting time today. There was an hour and half long discussion about the philosophy of mark making. Let me explain to you... we were making a philosophical issue of making marks... I... how... do... I... It was like a sophist's wet dream.

I'm about four minutes away from Image 01... the class that makes staying conscious so difficult. It's not that I'm disinterested in the subject matter, it's not that at all. It's that it seems to drag on at times, and I don't want to over run conversation, so I sit there fuming behind closed lips. Joy of joys!

I'm slowly picking through music on Pandora to buy on iTunes. I have about $12 left for songs. That's twelve songs. Competition is so very stiff, but make it I shall. Class beckons, so to it I meander.

~Chow